Tomorrow we leave for Kenya where we will stay until May 30. It has been almost 2 years since we were there. We are excited to go. We are anxious. We are a little nervous. This will likely be our last trip to Kenya before we move to Nairobi. We have never been to Kenya before knowing the next time we return will be on a more permanent basis. While we are there we will have the chance to get reacquainted with city and look at possible areas of residence. Exciting stuff. A little scary too.
In 2009 when we returned from a 2 week trip, we were certain we would return in 2010. That did not happen. We were totally bummed when we realized we would not be going to Nairobi last year. I know there is purpose in all things so we just waited for God to let us know what the purpose was. We are now so thankful we didn't get to go last year. Although we missed seeing friends and being in a place we love, last summer in the absence of Africa, God whispered to our hearts that it was time to pursue moving to Kenya full-time. It was time to pursue using our gifts and passions to serve in the slums. We had been waiting for this confirmation for awhile. The absence was also a nice time for us to see if we loved Africa, Kenya, Nairobi, Mathare Valley because we were able to visit yearly or if our love was deeply seeded in our hearts. If it was a love that was deeper, longer-lasting. It was. It is.
I think if you believe in something you generally have to believe in the opposite of that thing. If you believe in good you also have to believe in bad. You believe in truth, you must believe in lies. You believe in God, you have to believe in Satan, or the Devil, or the Enemy. Call it whatever you like, I don't think you can believe in one without the other. As you pursue anything, the opposition will always try and stop you from doing the things you set out to do. In our life, as we pursue moving to Nairobi, serving in the slums, telling people about the love of Christ, we will face opposition. Someone is going to try and stop this from happening. This trip may be one of those instances. We prepare to leave tomorrow fully aware that the enemy of God does not want the name of God spread throughout the slums. He needs to stop that from happening. He needs to stop us. We ask that you pray for us as we go. Pray that our focus will remain on Christ and this path that has been laid out before us. As I write nothing is going to change what we are doing, but we may face challenges, it may be uncomfortable, it may be an extremely confusing few weeks.
Also, please pray for those who will join us. Two of them have been before, two have not. They are all awesome people! Please pray for them by name: Luke and Allison Worrell, Bethany Burbridge, Joe Oettel. We have a lot of things planned while we are there so please pray for energy, strength, for rest and renewal. Pray for our health and safe, easy travels. Pray that we are able to be the vessels God uses to spread his name and his love.
Thanks for your prayers! Check back for updates!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
On paper I am not sure that Tim and I as a couple makes sense. As a part of this process we had to take several psych evals and complete several personality profiles. What we found out was we are complete opposites. On paper. We were in no way surprised about this! Obviously these differences can cause a bit of frustration in marriage. On the flip side of that, the great thing about these differences is balance. I think we balance each other out so well. I love it when we work to come up with solutions, plans, answers etc together. We both bring something different. Although we usually travel different ways, we always arrive at the same solution. I am a planner, an organizer, a list maker. Tim, not so much! He is laid-back, relaxed, calming. Balance. He is more than I would have ever picked for myself in a husband. So much more. I am so glad God gave him to me.
Recently, I was reminded of our balance. I was getting bunched up (anxious) about all the unknown, the uncertainties. I like to know what's up, what to expect, whats coming next. I totally trust God, but I just generally wish He would fill me in on the plan ahead of time. He usually doesn't. I have to deal with that. It is contrary to my personality. It fits perfectly with Tim's. We were talking through these worries the other night and I reached a place where I started to feel some peace again. Then we prayed. More peace. Then I began to read scripture. A little more peace.
I had finished reading Exodus and skipped ahead to Joshua. Moses has died and Joshua has been chosen as the guy to lead the Israelites into the battles they will need to fight as they inch their way toward the Promised Land. You get the sense Joshua is not so sure he is the right guy for the job, but God has chosen him so he accepts. In the first chapter, God tells Joshua to be strong and courageous about a billion times. This trend continues throughout the book. By the time I finished the book, I had read those words so many times and I knew I needed them too. Right then. Perfect timing. Just like Joshua.
It seems like God knows those thoughts and uncertainties are going to creep up within us (me). He knows my personality. He gave it to me. The same planning and organization that lends itself toward anxiety is the trait of mine that keeps Tim and I on schedule. That gets us prepared. That makes lists and keeps track of stuff. Not a bad trait, just have to be careful how its used. When it starts to bother me that I don't have all the answers and I begin to feel that pit in my stomach I remind myself of God promises. Be strong. Have Courage. Trust me. I got this.
It is always so conflicting to feel this way. I trust God totally. I don't want these feelings. They just appear. I have to continually give them to God and allow him to comfort me. These thoughts are not his thoughts. They are not his ways. They come from someone else. I can live in fear and paralyzing worry or I can turn them over to the One who has it taken care of. I try. I do, but sometimes its a struggle.
God moves so much in the unknown, in the midst of the uncertainties. I have seen this so many times in my life and the lives of others. So often the biggest blessings, the WOW factor of God happens in the unknown. I wouldn't trade that in for a copy of "The plan." I love seeing God work in ways the defy my plans or thoughts. I love it when he blows my mind.
As we move into the support raising stage, the final stage, so many things remain a mystery. What doesn't is that God will provide. He has lead us to Kenya. He has been preparing us for this for such a long time. He knows what is up ahead and he has it figured out. He is going to bless us, surprise us, WOW us. He will give us reasons to again find ourselves in awe of Him.
Recently, I was reminded of our balance. I was getting bunched up (anxious) about all the unknown, the uncertainties. I like to know what's up, what to expect, whats coming next. I totally trust God, but I just generally wish He would fill me in on the plan ahead of time. He usually doesn't. I have to deal with that. It is contrary to my personality. It fits perfectly with Tim's. We were talking through these worries the other night and I reached a place where I started to feel some peace again. Then we prayed. More peace. Then I began to read scripture. A little more peace.
I had finished reading Exodus and skipped ahead to Joshua. Moses has died and Joshua has been chosen as the guy to lead the Israelites into the battles they will need to fight as they inch their way toward the Promised Land. You get the sense Joshua is not so sure he is the right guy for the job, but God has chosen him so he accepts. In the first chapter, God tells Joshua to be strong and courageous about a billion times. This trend continues throughout the book. By the time I finished the book, I had read those words so many times and I knew I needed them too. Right then. Perfect timing. Just like Joshua.
It seems like God knows those thoughts and uncertainties are going to creep up within us (me). He knows my personality. He gave it to me. The same planning and organization that lends itself toward anxiety is the trait of mine that keeps Tim and I on schedule. That gets us prepared. That makes lists and keeps track of stuff. Not a bad trait, just have to be careful how its used. When it starts to bother me that I don't have all the answers and I begin to feel that pit in my stomach I remind myself of God promises. Be strong. Have Courage. Trust me. I got this.
It is always so conflicting to feel this way. I trust God totally. I don't want these feelings. They just appear. I have to continually give them to God and allow him to comfort me. These thoughts are not his thoughts. They are not his ways. They come from someone else. I can live in fear and paralyzing worry or I can turn them over to the One who has it taken care of. I try. I do, but sometimes its a struggle.
God moves so much in the unknown, in the midst of the uncertainties. I have seen this so many times in my life and the lives of others. So often the biggest blessings, the WOW factor of God happens in the unknown. I wouldn't trade that in for a copy of "The plan." I love seeing God work in ways the defy my plans or thoughts. I love it when he blows my mind.
As we move into the support raising stage, the final stage, so many things remain a mystery. What doesn't is that God will provide. He has lead us to Kenya. He has been preparing us for this for such a long time. He knows what is up ahead and he has it figured out. He is going to bless us, surprise us, WOW us. He will give us reasons to again find ourselves in awe of Him.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sacrifice
I like to read blogs. I have several marked in my favorites and I check them every day in eager anticipation of something new to read. Awhile ago, I was thinking about sacrifice and what it meant for us to move to Kenya. Much of this process hasn’t really seemed like a sacrifice. We want to be there. We long to be there. Our hearts ache to be in the slums. To be pursuing this seems so natural. As the process continued and as we are now ready to raise support (much more on that to come), I found myself dwelling a lot more on what this “move” really means.
I think there are all kinds of sacrifices. I think there are things we give up and although they present a challenge, some things are not so hard to part with. For us, this was our apartment. In January, we moved out of our place and back in with Tim’s parents. Financially it makes sense and we love getting to spend time with them before we leave. I think some sacrifices are much, much harder. They require a big choice. They require parting with things we love, things we hold close. This is soon going to be where we are at in this journey. At some point we will sell or give away most of our things. We will say good-bye to friends and family we love so much. We will arrive at an airport and say good-bye to our parents, siblings, a niece and a nephew. The people we love the most. We will board a plane uncertain of what comes next. This one is going to be a little more difficult. I also think there are sacrifices that can feel like they have been ripped from the depths of your soul. Sacrifices that sometimes don’t come with a choice initially, but with a choice afterward. How will I respond? What will this look like for me? To others? So far we haven’t reached that sacrifice, but it may come. At some point, God may ask for everything. We have had to search ourselves to see if we are willing to risk it all, to give it all to him. These are hard questions. Gut wrenching questions.
While thinking about all of these things it seemed like every blog I read was about sacrifice. The scripture that kept being repeated was from 2 Samuel 24 which is referring to a time after David, the King, has sinned. An altar was to be built so he could offer a sacrifice to God for these sins. He goes to buy a place to build this altar and the owner offers to give it to him because he is the king. David says in verse 24: “No, I insist on buying it, for I will not present burnt offerings to the LORD my God that have cost me nothing.” It would be so easy to give God the free stuff. Something that cost nothing. But that doesnt mean as much. When it doesnt cost you something, eventually it doesnt matter.
I love this. Moving to Nairobi, serving in the slums, living in another culture may be all the things we want, but they come at a sacrifice. We will not offer to God something that costs us nothing. We are so aware of some of the sacrifices and offerings we will give to God, but some are totally unknown. Serving God will always cost us something. Will our offerings be ones that are given with open hands or will they be ones we hold a little tightly, give a little reluctantly, or will they be ripped from our hearts? The answers to these questions only God knows. We take each step forward in faith, knowing we are giving these things to God who loves us more than anyone else could possibly love us. We trust He has written the best story for us. We will not give Him offerings that cost us nothing.
Easier said then done, for sure. Worth it? Absolutely!
Please pray for us as we take next steps towards getting to Kenya. We will write a blog soon about support raising and our needs, but for now please pray as we formulate a plan!
I think there are all kinds of sacrifices. I think there are things we give up and although they present a challenge, some things are not so hard to part with. For us, this was our apartment. In January, we moved out of our place and back in with Tim’s parents. Financially it makes sense and we love getting to spend time with them before we leave. I think some sacrifices are much, much harder. They require a big choice. They require parting with things we love, things we hold close. This is soon going to be where we are at in this journey. At some point we will sell or give away most of our things. We will say good-bye to friends and family we love so much. We will arrive at an airport and say good-bye to our parents, siblings, a niece and a nephew. The people we love the most. We will board a plane uncertain of what comes next. This one is going to be a little more difficult. I also think there are sacrifices that can feel like they have been ripped from the depths of your soul. Sacrifices that sometimes don’t come with a choice initially, but with a choice afterward. How will I respond? What will this look like for me? To others? So far we haven’t reached that sacrifice, but it may come. At some point, God may ask for everything. We have had to search ourselves to see if we are willing to risk it all, to give it all to him. These are hard questions. Gut wrenching questions.
While thinking about all of these things it seemed like every blog I read was about sacrifice. The scripture that kept being repeated was from 2 Samuel 24 which is referring to a time after David, the King, has sinned. An altar was to be built so he could offer a sacrifice to God for these sins. He goes to buy a place to build this altar and the owner offers to give it to him because he is the king. David says in verse 24: “No, I insist on buying it, for I will not present burnt offerings to the LORD my God that have cost me nothing.” It would be so easy to give God the free stuff. Something that cost nothing. But that doesnt mean as much. When it doesnt cost you something, eventually it doesnt matter.
I love this. Moving to Nairobi, serving in the slums, living in another culture may be all the things we want, but they come at a sacrifice. We will not offer to God something that costs us nothing. We are so aware of some of the sacrifices and offerings we will give to God, but some are totally unknown. Serving God will always cost us something. Will our offerings be ones that are given with open hands or will they be ones we hold a little tightly, give a little reluctantly, or will they be ripped from our hearts? The answers to these questions only God knows. We take each step forward in faith, knowing we are giving these things to God who loves us more than anyone else could possibly love us. We trust He has written the best story for us. We will not give Him offerings that cost us nothing.
Easier said then done, for sure. Worth it? Absolutely!
Please pray for us as we take next steps towards getting to Kenya. We will write a blog soon about support raising and our needs, but for now please pray as we formulate a plan!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
A gift
If you read this blog very long you will soon discover common phrases such as "I cried" "My heart was broken" etc. Its just true. I cry often and somewhat easily. I am rarely crying because I am sad or hurt (although that sometimes is the case). Most times I cry because my heart is sensitive. I joke that God gave me the gift of tears so I couldn't be too tough or to independent. I seriously will tear up at random and over things that don't seem to matter much to others. Sometimes its just plain embarrassing. Anyway, that was not the point of this blog other than to say that today I wept. Really wept.
Last year, we were having some difficulty trying to decide what we wanted for Christmas. We didn't really need anything and it seemed somehow wrong to try and find things to want just for someone to buy them for us. So my family decided to not buy for each other and to use that money to buy presents for another family. It was so much fun and we decided to continue the tradition this year as well. On Wednesday, my mom, sista, and I went shopping to buy gifts for 3 kids who are currently in foster care (and for their foster family). Kim and I did not know them at all, but my mom filled us in on some details of their life. Their short amount of time on this Earth has been heart-breaking and ridiculously awful to say the least. Their story makes me angry. The injustice these precious little ones have endured is a picture of evil at its worst. As I write, I find myself getting angry again so I will move on.
We had the best time shopping for them. We had a list and we bought almost all the things they wanted. We might have went a little bit overboard, but OH it was so worth it! The gifts were delivered while the family was out. I wanted so badly to be able to see their reactions to their gifts without them knowing who we were or that we were there, but we couldn't get that worked out. Today we were told that this was the first Christmas they had ever had! They have never celebrated a Christmas or a birthday. They have never had special gifts picked out just for them to open. One of the children kept exclaiming
"is this one mine too?" and " are these really for me?" When I heard this I wept. I wept much of the time we were at church and most of the way home.
I wept for these children who have had it so rough. I cant even begin to understand all the things they have been through. Christmas for me has always been full of gifts, laughter, family, and love. So much love. I wept because this year they got all of those things. Mostly, though, I wept out of humility and gratitude. There are absolutely no words to describe the joy that I felt in knowing that God chose me and my family to be the folks he used to share his love to those kids, to that family. As I write these word I weep. As I write this, there are 3 kiddos who were so happy this Christmas and felt loved. I weep because through simple gifts, God made them feel special and that they mattered. I weep because tonight they are snuggled up in warm beds with their pillow pets. I weep because tonight they feel safe.
In a few years, those gifts will get worn out. They may break or be outgrown, but the feeling of this Christmas will be lasting. For them. For me. For us.
Last year, we were having some difficulty trying to decide what we wanted for Christmas. We didn't really need anything and it seemed somehow wrong to try and find things to want just for someone to buy them for us. So my family decided to not buy for each other and to use that money to buy presents for another family. It was so much fun and we decided to continue the tradition this year as well. On Wednesday, my mom, sista, and I went shopping to buy gifts for 3 kids who are currently in foster care (and for their foster family). Kim and I did not know them at all, but my mom filled us in on some details of their life. Their short amount of time on this Earth has been heart-breaking and ridiculously awful to say the least. Their story makes me angry. The injustice these precious little ones have endured is a picture of evil at its worst. As I write, I find myself getting angry again so I will move on.
We had the best time shopping for them. We had a list and we bought almost all the things they wanted. We might have went a little bit overboard, but OH it was so worth it! The gifts were delivered while the family was out. I wanted so badly to be able to see their reactions to their gifts without them knowing who we were or that we were there, but we couldn't get that worked out. Today we were told that this was the first Christmas they had ever had! They have never celebrated a Christmas or a birthday. They have never had special gifts picked out just for them to open. One of the children kept exclaiming
"is this one mine too?" and " are these really for me?" When I heard this I wept. I wept much of the time we were at church and most of the way home.
I wept for these children who have had it so rough. I cant even begin to understand all the things they have been through. Christmas for me has always been full of gifts, laughter, family, and love. So much love. I wept because this year they got all of those things. Mostly, though, I wept out of humility and gratitude. There are absolutely no words to describe the joy that I felt in knowing that God chose me and my family to be the folks he used to share his love to those kids, to that family. As I write these word I weep. As I write this, there are 3 kiddos who were so happy this Christmas and felt loved. I weep because through simple gifts, God made them feel special and that they mattered. I weep because tonight they are snuggled up in warm beds with their pillow pets. I weep because tonight they feel safe.
In a few years, those gifts will get worn out. They may break or be outgrown, but the feeling of this Christmas will be lasting. For them. For me. For us.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
31 Fundraiser
If you are looking for gifts for Christmas and want to help Tim and I get to Kenya.....I know just the thing for you! Our great friend Lorna has offered to have a 31 Party/Online Show where she will be donating all of her proceeds to us to go towards our move to Kenya! We are so thankful for her and her generousity!!
To check out the catalog and place an order simply go to:
www.mythirtyone.com/LornaBaker
Click My Events on the Right Hand Side of the Page
Click Shop Now on Stewarts for Africa.
Thanks!!
To check out the catalog and place an order simply go to:
www.mythirtyone.com/LornaBaker
Click My Events on the Right Hand Side of the Page
Click Shop Now on Stewarts for Africa.
Thanks!!
Monday, November 29, 2010
A confession
I have a confession to make. I read through this blog quite often. I start from the beginning and read it right up through the last post. By the time I am finished my cheeks are stained with tears and my heart is bursting with love. What a reminder this blog is to us of God's provision and direction in our lives. The prompting in our hearts to leave it all and go to Kenya is so obvious when I read the words we have written over the past few years. When I feel inadequate, incompetent, hestitant, scared, unworthy (and I feel all of these emotions quite often), I can reread these words and feel satisfied in knowing we are headed where we need to be headed.
I was pondering all these things last Sunday on my way to church in Winchester, somewhat overwhelmed by all God has done in us and through us in the past 2 years. When my dad started preaching he started from Psalm 105.
Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness.Let the whole world know what he has done. Sing to him; yes, sing his praises.Tell everyone about his wonderful deeds. Exalt in his holy name;rejoice, you who worship the Lord. Search for the Lord and for his strength; continually seek him. Remember the wonders he has performed, his miracles, and the rulings he has given, you children of his servant Abraham, you descendants of Jacob, his chosen ones. He is the Lord our God. His justice is seen throughout the land. He always stands by his covenant—the commitment he made to a thousand generations. vs 1-8
Basically a reminder to them to recall the things that God has done for them throughout their history. When they are doubting God and his promises or where He is leading them to now, or why they are enduring the things they are enduring, this is a call to stop and remember. To remember the characted of the God they serve, the God they love, the God who loves them, the God who never fails or breaks his promises. This wasn't just great advice for them it is for all of us. Especially me most days!
When I stop and think of my life, I can so clearly see God all over it, even when was not looking for him. From making a decision to call him Savior, to choosing to live life for myself, to returning to Him and to a life lived for him, I can see how He was in my life the entire time. Loving me, guiding me, protecting me, waiting for me. My God has given me family and friends who have loved me, prayed for me, and encouraged me- even when I made that challenging. Through them He has given me glimpses of his grace and unfailing love. He has gifted me with a husband who shares my passion for serving others and for the nations. He has allowed us to be part of impacting the world and expanding his Kindgom. Through all of this He remains unchanged.
When I feel unworthy (which I am) or unequipt for this journey I think back over my story thus far and am reminded that I don't have to be anything but willing and obedient because My God is faithful to me, to his people throughout the generations.
I was pondering all these things last Sunday on my way to church in Winchester, somewhat overwhelmed by all God has done in us and through us in the past 2 years. When my dad started preaching he started from Psalm 105.
Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness.Let the whole world know what he has done. Sing to him; yes, sing his praises.Tell everyone about his wonderful deeds. Exalt in his holy name;rejoice, you who worship the Lord. Search for the Lord and for his strength; continually seek him. Remember the wonders he has performed, his miracles, and the rulings he has given, you children of his servant Abraham, you descendants of Jacob, his chosen ones. He is the Lord our God. His justice is seen throughout the land. He always stands by his covenant—the commitment he made to a thousand generations. vs 1-8
Basically a reminder to them to recall the things that God has done for them throughout their history. When they are doubting God and his promises or where He is leading them to now, or why they are enduring the things they are enduring, this is a call to stop and remember. To remember the characted of the God they serve, the God they love, the God who loves them, the God who never fails or breaks his promises. This wasn't just great advice for them it is for all of us. Especially me most days!
When I stop and think of my life, I can so clearly see God all over it, even when was not looking for him. From making a decision to call him Savior, to choosing to live life for myself, to returning to Him and to a life lived for him, I can see how He was in my life the entire time. Loving me, guiding me, protecting me, waiting for me. My God has given me family and friends who have loved me, prayed for me, and encouraged me- even when I made that challenging. Through them He has given me glimpses of his grace and unfailing love. He has gifted me with a husband who shares my passion for serving others and for the nations. He has allowed us to be part of impacting the world and expanding his Kindgom. Through all of this He remains unchanged.
When I feel unworthy (which I am) or unequipt for this journey I think back over my story thus far and am reminded that I don't have to be anything but willing and obedient because My God is faithful to me, to his people throughout the generations.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Our Ebenezer (and I dont mean Scrooge)
In the Old Testament, sometimes when God would do something incredible for the Israelites, they would build a memorial to remember how God saved them, or protected them, or helped them, or whatever God did to demonstrate His love and His power to them. These stones of help or remembrance are called Ebenezers.
The road to Indianapolis is such a significant one in our lives. As a child, my family would travel several times a year through Indy on our way to visit family in Ohio. Tim's family lived in Indiana near the border with Illinois which causes him to also be familiar with this particular stretch of road. As a couple, many major life events for us have also involved the road to Indianapolis.
On May 28, 2008, we joined our families in a van and headed to Indy to participate in training prior to our departure to Kenya on June 3. As we rode along with our families chatting about what the next 2 months might hold for us, we both knew God had some pretty incredible things in store.
On July 7, 2010, Tim and I drove to Indy to attend the North American Christian Convention. Mary Kamau (from Missions of Hope in Nairobi) was speaking and many of our friends were going to be in attendance. We were excited and as the conversation in the car progressed we found ourselves talking about Kenya and really wondering where God was leading our lives. We had been pursuing many different things and nothing was happening. The only thing not leaving our hearts was returning to Kenya. So we found ourselves asking, "Why not now?" and "What are we waiting for?" We decided on the road that we would begin the conversation with CMF about full-time missionary service. God orchestrated some cool happenings on this trip that assured us that pursuing Nairobi was the right thing, His thing.
On October 15, 2010, after our very intense application for missionary service had been completed, psych evals and personality tests had been completed and discussed, physicals had been done, we headed for Indy for the last step in the process to affiliating with CMF as missionaries. We wrapped up our weekend at the Assessment Center with affiliation with CMF.
Much like the Israelites so many years ago, we consider the road to Indianapolis to be our Ebenezer. A reminder to us of God's love, His provision in our lives, His plan.
The road to Indianapolis is such a significant one in our lives. As a child, my family would travel several times a year through Indy on our way to visit family in Ohio. Tim's family lived in Indiana near the border with Illinois which causes him to also be familiar with this particular stretch of road. As a couple, many major life events for us have also involved the road to Indianapolis.
On May 28, 2008, we joined our families in a van and headed to Indy to participate in training prior to our departure to Kenya on June 3. As we rode along with our families chatting about what the next 2 months might hold for us, we both knew God had some pretty incredible things in store.
On July 7, 2010, Tim and I drove to Indy to attend the North American Christian Convention. Mary Kamau (from Missions of Hope in Nairobi) was speaking and many of our friends were going to be in attendance. We were excited and as the conversation in the car progressed we found ourselves talking about Kenya and really wondering where God was leading our lives. We had been pursuing many different things and nothing was happening. The only thing not leaving our hearts was returning to Kenya. So we found ourselves asking, "Why not now?" and "What are we waiting for?" We decided on the road that we would begin the conversation with CMF about full-time missionary service. God orchestrated some cool happenings on this trip that assured us that pursuing Nairobi was the right thing, His thing.
On October 15, 2010, after our very intense application for missionary service had been completed, psych evals and personality tests had been completed and discussed, physicals had been done, we headed for Indy for the last step in the process to affiliating with CMF as missionaries. We wrapped up our weekend at the Assessment Center with affiliation with CMF.
Much like the Israelites so many years ago, we consider the road to Indianapolis to be our Ebenezer. A reminder to us of God's love, His provision in our lives, His plan.
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